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Show often pass through the northwest as rtlSSUlC'Kftjj a gentle reminder that we had one last to Indian chance of bidding good-b- y TtyNKSCSIVWQ summer. Had the weather not cleared II I might have changed my mind about I J ,. making the move I did make. Leaving lnetructlons that we would all start in the early houre of morning, I went down to the ehore and stepped into my I had with me my usual supcanoe. ply of matches and other incidentals. The moon shone out so clearly over the rippling water that I did not mind the forebodings of rain that warned me. I did not think it was necessary to take But why do I keep Thanksgiving, a heavy caliber rifle and consequently Did 1 hear you aright, my dear? neglected doing it, but I had with me a Why? When I'm all alone in life. couple of good revolvers. Not a chick nor a child to he near, I pushed the canoe from shore, and fohna folks all away in the west, in a few minutes was gliding over the Lucy across the sea. rippling waters of the Flamblcaux.with And not a soul in the dear old home no care of what the Journey might Save a little bound girl and me? bring. For over half an hour I kept my course down the river. The moon It does look lonesome, I grant It; was Yet strange as the thing may sound. had shone brightly until then, and dark few a hidden by occasionally only Im seldom in want of company The whole of the merry year round There's spring when the lilac blossoms, And the apple trees blush to bloom. There's summer when great moths flit and glance Through the twilights star-l- it gloom. Then comes the beautiful autumn, Wheu every fragrant brier, Flinging its garlands on fence and wall, Is bright as a living fire; And then the white, still winter time. When the snow lies warm on the wheat. And I think of the days that have passed away, When my life was young and sweet. Iff r aji I'm a very happy woman Today, though my hair Is white. For some of my troubles I've overlived, And some I keep out of sight. I'm a busy old woman, you see, my dear, To lighten my neighbor's load. You should think shed That child? me? try Does she earn her bread and salt? Youve noticed shes sometimes Indolent, And indolence is a fault; Of course it is, but the orphan girl !s growing as fast as she can, And to make her work from dawn to dark Was never a part of my plan. I like to see the dimples Flash out on the little face. That was wan enough, and still enough When first she came to the place. ( I think shell do, when shes older; kitten is not a a't; And now that I look at the thing, my A dear, I hope she'll never be that. I'm thankful that life is peaceful; I should Just be sick of strife. If, for Instance, I had to live along Like poor Job Slocum's wife; I'm thankful I didn't say yes," my dear What saved me I do not see When Job, with a sprig in his buttonhole, me. Once came I'm thankful I'm neither poor nor rich. Glad that I'm not in debt; That I owe no money I cannot pay. And so have no call to fret. I'm thankful so many love me. And that I've so many to love. Though my dearest and nearest are all at home, In the beautiful land above. I shall always keep Thanksgiving fashioned way. In the good-ol- d And think of the reasons for gratitude In December, and June, and May, In August, November, and April, And the months that come between; For God is good, and my heart Is light. And I'd not change place with a queen. Margaret E. Sangster. Egyptian night, met my eyes. A noise, at first very falnt,'dlsturbed the silence. It was like that of a crying child, but had heard It before; it was the whining of a lynx. I drew one of my re- volvera and laid very quiet. The noise grew louder and I heard the fiend creeping upon me-- My nerves gave way to my first Impulse and I fired in A mothe direction of the sound. ment later and there was a quick spring and the beast lit upon my shoulders. 'Over and over we rolled. I felt the ground tremble, and an awful crash The lynx loosened his hold, followed. perhaps from fear, and I clutched My hands came In wildly about me. contact with a root. I grabbed It and swung backward and forward for. It seemed to me, an age. The waters beneath me seemed to boil, and then all was still, a stillness that was more terrible than death. I heard a pattering in the water beneath me and remembered the lynx. With a supernatural effort I swung myself upward, and, by clutching my feet on the roots and toues protruding from the side of the I well, I was soon on earth again. crawled a rod or so away, and then waited for daylight As the first gray light of morning lit the eastern sky I turned my head toward what might have been my grave. It was a circular hole, about ten feet In diameter. I could see the water a tout fifteen teet below. I thought of the lynx and the terrible but Just fate he had met, and then creeping to shore 1 got into my canoe, and casting one look behind me on that treacherous shore, I turned my back on it forever. and turned my fare toward camp. This is my experience of a Thanksgiving day that makes the day one of thanks to me thankful fur my life. A I HUNG ON WITH DOTH HANDS, clouds. A cold wind came up from the travel along life's road. Im always trying as best I can As I r,4 northep"t and then I had some fears of the storm that had threatened all day. The clouds came thick and fast and with them rain, at first only a few drops, but finally an Icy rain which was driven by the terrible force of the wind. With the storm came lightning and I soon saw it would be folly to go further. I endeavored to turn my canoe toward shore, hut the storm had changed Into a young tempest, and to stay long on the waters In that craft meant death. I drifted on at a fearful rate, and I also noticed that the current of the river seemed swifter than I had noticed it before. While thus engaged a new sound fell upon my ears. It was a dull, deep roar, and every moment it seemed to Increase. The water flowed more swiftly, and the roaring ahead of ms I knew too well became deafening. what, it was. My boat dashed madly forward, and I was entering rapids. How large they were I did not know, for the country was comparatively new to me. I dropped my paddle into the bottom of the boat and hung on with both hands. How I ever got through I viewed the alive I don't know for-awere the next the morning they rapids worst I had ever seen on medium sized The foam dashed over me, rivers. and my canoe grazed scores of rocks. Then I heard the roaring far behind, and I found myself In tolerably smooth water, but I didn't care about running any more chances that night, and took to the northeast bank, which was on my left. My canoe grated on the sand and with a feeling of safety I stepped my foot on shore. As I did so the woods for rods around seemed to tremble. I knew what it was. The river at this point widened into a lake, over the left side of which was a floating island, that is, a projection of the mainland over the lake. The roots of the trees were closely woven together and a good s ITEMS OF INTEREST FOR MAIDS AND MATRONS. that hgalnst an annual outrage which Brings sorrow to the nest. iVe think It most becoming for A nation to give thanks. But we object in firm tones when It cuts into our ranks. Think of the widowed ones, and think Of orphans In the flock. Who must this year with sadness view The cruel chopping block. So now, good people, we request. Our pleadings may be heard. And If you must give thanks and feast Please kill some other bird. George V. Hobart Out from his corner grandfather Put in a quavering word: Y'ou're wrong, Priscilla Ann, youra wrong, Twas six. I've always heard. Pshaw, father, you're forgotten It. No, child, 'twas only five." Priscilla Ann, I say 'twas six, As sure as you're alive! Why, Twan't six! Twas, too! father!" Well, ain't bo old, I guess. You have! Here was begun A very pretty quarrel, But that their daughter came In haatf To hear Rnd point a moral. Why. father! mother! quarreling. And on Thanksgiving Hay! And nil about a grain of corn; That's foolish, don't you say?" The old folks looked abashed. " 'Twai I AN AWFUL CRASH FOLLOWED, quantity of soil was parked in between. I had heard many ntorlos concerning these Islands, but hardly credited them. "I gathered n good ipiantity of wood together and s'nrted a fire, and sitting down on the wet ground tried to make myself as roni fort able us possible. Overcome by the exhaustion I had experienced I lay down and was soon asleep. How long I slept is hard to say. but It must have been about an hour Latest I. tiling (iom Miuila at How can she thus, sweet spendthrift, squander Tha treasures one alone ran prise! Hew ran her eyes to all thus wandsr, When I hut live in those sweet eyes! Those syren tunes so lightly spoken Cause many a heart 1 know to thrill. Hut mine, and only mine, till In every pulse must answer still. br-iki- Ileture tluwn. She made a pretty picture flitting along Broadway. Her gown was a black alpaca and dipped here and there as she tripped along, revealing now and again a bit of pink lining. She wore a black bolero Jacket, and Just beneath it, forming a hair line about the waist, a touch of pink again appeared. Her hat was high and black anil in the cache peigne of roses was more pink a mass of it, shading to the deepest rose. In this city u beautiful gowns every other gown has a pink lining. And it matched well with the rosy, sun browned faces of our beauties. An autumn gown showing the tendency toward vivid greens ahd browns Is of maple green cloth, with an edge of mink abuut the bottom of the skirt The bodice opens In front, with fur edged revere, over a front of brown oozed leather, one of the latest novelties In New York. The waist is full and stitched down on each edge. As the design is carried out in large scrolls, of course the garment would not become a small person. If you have a silk bodice that is too light to wear late in the fall, veil It with black or dark blue chiffon put on full. A novel Idea Is to veil the entire back lf of the front, starting the and latter on the loft shoulder and bringing It down to finish on the right side at the belt. Of courae, you understand that the entire left side is covered, and that the effect la that of a surpllce.-ThLatest. one-ha- e mother-of-pea- But what I know 'twas six! Oh, land. What silly foolishness! Six!" Priscilla Ann!" Yes. father! The small granddaughter stared. Then, prying, ran away. "There, now, You've got the poor lamb scared! Fiam-bleau- a Opera Hag Frames The newest opera bags now have frames. The long lorgnette bag, soft and pliable, made to draw up with a ribbon and be slipped over the arm of the owner, Is no longer Jn vogue. Tha frames of the- - new bags are of gold or silver, richly chased. Some have rl or the poppanels of ular jade stone. Paris supplies these frames all ready for the silk to bo fitted to them, and a New York jeweller also has them In stock. Brocaded silk, in rich colors, is chosen for the outside of the bag, and between that The old wife sat In the chimney place and the lining a subtle sachet of powThese new Importader Is quilted. Talking of days gone by To the small granddaughter close at encircled by a belt of the vest leather, tions look short and squatty if comher knee, two stiff loops are arranged on the pared with last year's frames. Eager and bright of eye, side and long ends fall on the left side. There Is a patent pending on a noiBfr These sash like ends are slashed about she dear. finished, And only think." from less the bottom and baby carriage. Now, If some one Inches six up That sad Thanksgiving morn Introduce a noiseless baby what would medallions of handsome adorned with eat All that the Pilgrims had to of blessings he would receive. a shower While headed brown passementerie. Was, each one, five grains of corn." I T was Thanksgiving evening in our oozed leather Is not always available, this gown may be copied with brown The silk selected silk trimmings. should be very dull, however, if the proper effect is to be secured. The llnk Popular Embroidered Velvet Wrap. OuunT Una t tier a Embroidered velvet i the very newPopular Trimming Kuibrolilered Vel-- est thing for evening and dressy wraps. Wrap Transforming tha lluillro-- An exceedingly smart garment, very French in appearance, is of green velvet, and crosses under ihe arms to lh Tbjr Kuilloa. where it is finished with long, back, U hard to share her urn tics with black satin sashes. These sashes aud many! the lower edge of the garment itself Ami while she la are trimmed with flounces of black so dear to me. To fear that I, far chiffon.while the velvet is studded with Ice than any, Another garimmense Jetted bails. Pall out her spounder a 'all bloused ment is around il's witchery! To find my tiunovt belt and has large bishop sleeves. What heart when rear gives it its decidedly uuique air, howher is the embroidery which covera Trembling at every ever, it. This embroidery is all done In glanee and tjne. And feel the while inch wide black moire ribbon. The each charm grow deonr is verv on but is set not ribbon plain, That will not lieam fur me alone. rirtnn-iqa, Thanksgiving Prorlamatlnn, Snow all men by these presents We turkeys do protest THANKSGIVING STORY x camp on the river.in the northern part of the Iladger state. After a dinner such as can only be gotten up in camp, we had seated ourselves about the fire and were one of our Bulging in stories, remarked that man, a young number, the day was always one of thanksgiving to him. and in explanation of this remark, related the following story: "I had been out three days with a party of Chicago people, and on the day in question we were camped about thirteen miles away from even a game warden, and I ran say we had phenomenally good luck. It was the open season for deer, and we had already killed two fine bucks. The day had been a busy one In eamp, in making preparations to move down iream, perhaps ten miles or more. My intention had been to more in that direction early in the afternoon in a light tanoe, Just to get on to the lay of the land. Heavy, leaden rlouds had hung low all day and everything acted like one of those late electrical etorme that FOIt WOMEN AND HOME 1 was amltened. and gazing aheut, darkness, yea, the darkness of an haint! six!" '"Twas five!" four!" Why. no, twas Ard then it really looked ns though 'Twould all begin unco more. Tilt grandma, gulping down lier wrath, Said, "Well, they hadnt many; Ill', Suites alive! ityhey hadn't five, I m thankful they had any." Florence E. Pratt. Some men make a bluff at hiding their light under a bmlicl, when a pint measure would as well. an-w- er the purpose Jusi |